The Wagon Ride Is A Bumpy One...
Yep. on day 13, almost made it two weeks, I fell off the wagon. I decided that I didn't need to drink, and I could maybe drink once in a while. Not so much, apparently. One drink turned into 5 drinks and 4 shots on an empty stomach, and my evil twin, "Trixie" came out in full force. That's what I call drunk Mayor, "Trixie". Made some drunken phone calls, sent some drunken texts, and basically disregarded safety, smarts, and feelings. Now it's day 2...
I won't get into details, cause who really cares, right? Let's just say that marriage is a tough thing, and it's even harder when both of you drink, so I guess I'll be the one that doesn't for now.
I won't get into details, cause who really cares, right? Let's just say that marriage is a tough thing, and it's even harder when both of you drink, so I guess I'll be the one that doesn't for now.
posted by The Mayor @10/30/2006 08:44:00 AM
5 Comments:
13 days is still a helluva accomplishment.
Don't beat yourself up. You'll do it.
There are going to be good days and bad, we'll be here for them all!
That Trixie! You'll beat her!
why don't you smoke weed instead of drinking? it will make you less "mean", if you're a mean drunk...I wouldn't know though.
Well kido, it ain't the end of the world. I didn't expect you not to slip and fall. You ain't Superwoman...
But your close!
One thing you are not is stupid.
You'll get it right, eventually. There is too much riding on it! I believe in you, always, not matter what.
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